Liv pulled into the motel parking lot. And yet another clue that these two are not actual Feds, no Fed drives that kind of car on the job. It wasn't too hard to guess that the black classic car parked in front was theirs. There were only two other cars in the lot and they were on opposite ends of the building, nowhere near room 102. She got out of her Civic and hesitated, Every time I think about how stupid this idea is I hear her voice saying to trust them. I get the feeling that I have to be as honest as possible. I won't tell them I'm a zombie but I know they'll buy the idea I am a psychic pretty quick. She worked with psychics. If she's comfortable with that concept they have to be too. I hope. Well, here goes nothing. She'd barely knocked on the door before Sam opened it.

"Come on in. Heard you pull up," he said in response to the confused expression she must have had on her face.

"Oh, right." She walked past him and looked around the room which was simple, bleak and sparse with ugly brown walls, faded carpet and stained curtains. His partner was sitting at the table and Sam gestured for her to take the other chair as he sat on one of the beds.

Tracy was screaming again, but not in pain. Sam had her pinned to the wall, they were both sweating and naked. The single desk light they'd left on highlighted the hard curves of his shoulders and arms. She had her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her. Her lips curled in feral ecstasy, she dropped her legs to the floor, shoved him back onto the bed which almost broke under the impact.

Sam's hands raked across her back as she rode him hard. Seconds before he reached his peak he lifted her off of him, roughly rolled her onto the bed and slid down her chest and belly, choosing to bring another flood of pleasure to her instead of being sated himself. He was the only man that could manhandle her like that, the only one she would ever let do it and she loved it. Being a hunter she could never allow herself to be vulnerable, and never did, except with him. He could throw her around like a doll and it always heightened her excitement when he did. He knew it too.

Oh my God...

"Damn it Sam!" She moaned as she lost control yet again. "Just let me get you once."

"Not yet Sexpot," he said, the feel of his breath sending shudders through her, "Night's still young."

This is so not fair! How can I feel all of this but be undead?

"Liv? Hey..you with us?" Sam's voice intruded into her brain

"Yeah Sam," she mumbled as the vision faded. She tried to catch her breath and not stare at him since she'd just had a full color, HD view of everything that was under the suit he was wearing.

Sam instantly went from slightly concerned to wary,"What?"

Oh crap. How do I cover that up? Screw it. They need this information and damn them for fools if they freak out about how I get it. Wait..that's not me. Well, she certainly was blunt and strong too. It feels like she's talking to me, not just a faded echo like the others. "Right, about that." She decided to just take the plunge. "Tracy died around two in the morning on Thursday. It wasn't a werewolf that killed her. It was a man and his sister who changed into the freakish, cat looking thing with black fur and no tail. I know because I'm kind of a psychic and I get visions." And that was a hell of a lot more blunt than I was going for. Damn this brain! "Sam, they trapped her, killed her for killing their family and I know your name because I saw her call you."

She had to give them credit, the rate they processed this turn of events was rather impressive.

"Well if you know his name you may as well know mine, I'm Dean." He reached his hand across the table to shake hers...

They were in a bar somewhere, "C'mon Tracy," Dean said, that devilishly innocent look on his face, green eyes twinkling and holding a large amount of promise for how the night could go, "You, me, empty room and some good beers? Sam's got homework to do, I got a few hours to kill."

Sam didn't even look up as he shook his head, then took another drink of his beer. "If by homework you mean research that you should be helping me with, sure. Go waste time getting laid. No offense Tracy."

If only Dean knew that her and Sam had already planned to hook up as soon as Dean passed out. She kept the grin off her face as she ran her hand through Dean's hair, "Sorry, I keep telling you Dean. The more times you ask the less interested I am. You make it too easy Winchester."

Dean shrugged and a forlorn look crossed his face, "You don't know what you're missing sweetheart."

She laughed, "Not a damn thing," she thought. "Sam keeps me plenty satisfied." She almost purred at the thought of what the later hours of the evening would bring.

Okay Tracy's brain, these particular visions can stop now. Seriously. I mean they're hot and all but still.

She recovered from that as they both watched her.

"Vision?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but nothing important." She made the mistake of looking at him again and felt her face get hot. That's not supposed to happen anymore either. Apparently really good sex can raise the dead somehow.

Dean looked back and forth between her and Sam, a sly grin slowly broke out on his face, "Well, well. Guess that answers that question."

Sam looked confused for moment, looked at her, realized where he was sitting and narrowed his eyes at Dean. What he said was quite obviously not what he wanted to say at that moment, "Okay Liv, let's start over. Let's assume you've realized we're not FBI agents."

"Knew that the minute you flashed your badges, they're about three years outdated."

"They are?" Sam asked then shook his head. "Never mind. What have you seen about what happened with Tracy?"

She recounted the pertinent visions, "I also know she's a hunter and I guess you two are too. Whatever that means. By the way you guys are awfully willing to believe that I have these visions at all.

"We've worked with psychics before and how you act, that's pretty par for the course. As far as what hunters are, we hunt the things that killed her," Dean answered, his voice low, "And any other monster we come across."

The look he gave her chilled her even more than she usually was. He doesn't know, he can't know. Right?

"You're saying that this whole job was a trap for Tracy?" Sam asked.

"I guess, that's what it sounded like. He said she fell for it, that you always do. Whatever that means."

"She said she was tracking a wolf," Dean mused, "Maybe we look around for bodies without hearts in the area. That would have brought her here."

"There were two of those over the last three months," she informed them, "Not here in the city but on the outskirts. The bodies had been in the woods for a few days so the police thought maybe an animal took the hearts out. I didn't get to do the autopsy on those, a different morgue did, but I can get them for you if you want."

The two men looked at each other and she could almost see the words they weren't saying flying back and forth between them, Whoever they are, they've been working together for a long time.

"Having those reports would help a lot but not if it draws attention to you," Sam stated in a solemn voice. "These things aren't acting like normal monsters..."

"There are normal monsters?"

"Yes, and they usually aren't this professional about what they're doing." Dean answered as he pulled a beer from the fridge, tossed it to Sam then offered her one.

"Uh, no thanks. So, what? You think they'll track me down or something?"

"We'd like to make sure that's not an option," Dean stated as he opened his beer. "Tracy was an old hand at this. They took her out. We don't want to see anyone else get hurt. If you can get us those reports with minimal attention on you fine, if not we'll figure something else out."

Sam stood up and started pacing, "We need to know where she was staying, everything about this case would be there."

"The Red Robin Inn, Room 340," she answered almost before she was aware she was speaking at all. Strong ass brain. I also usually don't think in cuss words. Thanks Tracy.

They both did a quick double take, looking at her then and each other. "What are you?" Dean asked, "Only a medium hardwired into her ghost would get detailed answers that fast."

"Uh, the visions I'm getting from her are just a lot stronger than usual. I get the feeling that she was a pretty kick ass woman."

Sam closed his eyes and looked away, "Yes, she was," his words soft and filled with a lot more pain than someone who was just having a physical relationship with someone should feel.

Dean pulled her attention away from Sam, "How long will it take you to get those reports?"

"Couple of hours. I can bring them here later."

"That works. We can check out her room while you do that."

"All right," she got up to leave then stopped. "Aren't you two being awfully trusting? I could be sending you into the trap for all you know."

"You had a vision within five minutes of us walking into that morgue," Dean replied, "We noticed you checked out but didn't really pay attention but you've done it twice since you've been here. I poked around a bit at the station while we were waiting for you to do the autopsy, you have an interesting reputation to say the least." He took another drink of his beer. "Chances are you're on the level, besides we have jack squat else to go on. Tracy knew how to cover her tracks, so our chances of finding her room on our own were pretty slim."

"Well, just so you know, I am on the level. I...what I saw." She shuddered and not with pleasure, "Those things need to be stopped."

"We'll take care of it."

The amount of steel and pent up violence that darkened Sam's voice left no doubt in her mind that he would. "Well. I guess I'll get those reports. See you later." She walked out, got back in her car and left.

Dean waited until Liv had pulled away before saying anything, "All right Sammy, give. What was going on between you and Tracy? The way Liv looked at you when she came back from that first vision she had here, I kind of felt like I should leave for a few hours and give you two some alone time."

Sam slouched down on the bed and refused to look at Dean, "It's not that important."

"Bullshit. You guys had something going on, you're way too upset not to have. I don't need a play by play man, just a rough outline here."

Sam finally dragged his head around to look at Dean but couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Dean sighed, "Dude, it's not like I don't know you've had sex. We're not twelve for God's sake."

"With Tracy it was different."

A small flush of red started to spread across Sam's face and Dean was torn, needle him about it or be understanding. Oh man, if she wasn't dead the fun I could have here. "Okay, well I never saw you two together, you never talked about her or gave any hint that there was a thing going on. Why?"

"At first it was because I knew you'd just give both of us crap about it since you hit on her every time you saw her. Remember a couple of years back in Oklahoma, first time you hit on her. She shot you down hard and you wondered off with a waitress."

"Yeah, vaguely," he cracked a small grin, "There's been a lot of waitresses."

"I know," Sam groaned, "I know. Anyway after you left she sat down and we started talking, one thing led to another and..." he stopped talking and looked at the floor, "When we got to her room she explained her rules. We have fun, be wild and crazy, when we're done we clean up and go our separate ways. If we like what happened we can try to hook up again later, if not, no harm no foul. No spending the night, no curling up and going to sleep. Sex and done."

"Sounds like my kind of girl," Dean said, "Not yours though."

"No, not usually but." He laid back on the bed and put his hands over his eyes, "It'd been so long, it wasn't just about the sex, I just wanted to feel my arms around someone again, connect. You know?"

Dean opened another beer, sighed and slid down in his chair, "Yeah I do."

"Well, it wasn't at all what I'd expected, she was something else. She reminded me a lot of, and don't freak out when I say this because it's not about what you think, a lot of Ruby. She was a hunter Dean, she knew how to take what she wanted and knew I needed to take too. She understood everything that goes on in our head. Ruby was the same way, it was so intense. I mean Jessica was great and I'll always love her but this..."

"No reservations, no fear, no hang ups..." Dean filled in the blanks for him.

"Yeah, exactly. When we were done I figured I try things your way, her way. My way had failed so horrifically so many times, I had to do something. So we took a shower, she drove me back home and I fell asleep. She'd left town the next morning, no good byes, nothing. I texted her when we stopped for food later that day and told her I wanted more, she did too. So we'd hook up after you passed out some night. She'd pull into town late, hang out in her room. I'd text her when you passed out, she'd pick me up so you wouldn't hear Baby starting up. I'd leave a note saying I went for food or whatever if case you woke up but I usually made it back before you did." He pulled his hands away from his face and looked at his brother. "The only way I could keep it as emotionally entanglement free as possible was to not tell you. I knew if I did you'd pester me about it, stir shit up. Try to make it something she didn't it want it to be."

"And you? What did you want?"

"I actually managed to be okay with it. You said we hadn't seen her in years, you're wrong. I saw her about three months ago. She was actually in Lebanon, you sleep a lot harder in the Bunker than we ever did on the road. She liked the place but was gone by morning."

Dean spit his beer back into the bottle and coughed, then his jaw dropped open and he just stared for a second or two, "You had sex, with Tracy, in the Bunker?"

Never thought I'd manage to throw him that much of a curveball. "Yup. There was a stunningly beautiful naked woman screaming my name down the hall from you and you didn't hear a thing." Damn that felt good!

"I..I..." Dean sputtered, "Really? In the Bunker?"

"I believe that's what I said."

Dean lifted his beer in a salute to him, "Well done Sam, nice. Still don't know why she turned me down all those times."

And now for the icing on the cake, "She liked tall guys," he answered with a rather beatific smile on his face.

The bottom of the beer bottle Dean was holding met rather violently with the table top, "I am tall!"

"Not tall enough apparently," Sam replied with shrug.

"No, you're just freakishly tall, I am not short."

"That's all a matter of perspective, isn't it."

"Shut up!"